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navstuffs · 6 months

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The Visitor

Pairing: Incubus!Leon Kennedy x GNSupernaturalHunter!Reader

Summary: Your mom always told you to find allies between your enemies - but your incubus consultant, Leon Kennedy, wants to be more than that.

Warning tags: SMUT with gn!reader so MINORS DNI,frenemies to lovers, sexual tension, masturbation, oral sex, penetration, excessive cum (its my headcanon for incubus so), jealousy sex (sorta)

Author's tags: we are the end of my halloween challenge! thank you so much for everyone who supported me. i am so freaking proud and happy with myself that i finally got to finish ONE thing that i commited! last one has to be smut. happy halloween!! enjoy your reading!

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Rain starts as you drive to your home. It has been one heck of a night. The streets are empty as they should be at 2 a.m., but your senses are on high alert. You blame your genetics: coming from a legendary lineage of supernatural hunters, you were expected to become one from your early age, liking or not. It was in your blood. The problem? To be able to sniff other supernatural beings with that same skill prompts your social and love life to be awkward sometimes.

Take tonight as an example: first date with a nice fellow you met on a dating app. When you arrived, your sixth sense instantly picked a creature nearby; you shouldn't be surprised, but obviously, it came from your date. The man, a recently transformed werewolf, ended up reacting to your dangerous smell. And what was supposed to be an excellent night with you fucking your brains out ended up with an awkward goodbye, together with the silent promise of never seeing each other again.

As you park your car in front of your house, you rest your head on your wheel. It had been like this for a while: you met a nice person until you found out they were friends with a vampire or a family member who was a banshee. Your romantic life was nonexistent, which your mom would approve of: "We must remain sharp. No time for this romance bs." Says the woman who almost ran away with a vampire as a teenager.

You are so focused on your thoughts you don't pick up the familiar sensation stinging in your chest as you should. You had been around him so long that your body had started not to react in alert when you were near him. It's almost as if you are getting comfortable.

You exit your car, covering your eyes against the rain, which is getting stronger. You notice the familiar figure sitting on the steps of your porch. He has his hood on, his face partially obscured by the darkness, but you would know him from anywhere: Leon Kennedy. The incubus, you sometimes have the displeasure to work with him. You sigh, wondering what he was doing there so late.

As you approach the entrance, Leon raises his head, and you are met with a pair of enchanted blue eyes. You can feel your stomach twist in a way you are used to by now. It is not technically his fault: Leon needs to have this effect on people if he wants to feed. His eyes start from your head to your well-dressed figure, then your legs, and return to your face. You decide to ignore that and the way your body has warmed up.

"What is it? This better be important." You scoff, and Leon finally gets up, opening a small smile.

"Am I not always important?" Leon chuckles, crossing his arms, a smug smile on his lips. Attractive bastard, you think.

"Yeah, sure, sure. What is it, Kennedy?"

"And where did you come from? A date?"

"Kennedy, I really don't have time for that." You answer, impatient. Your body is telling you to get away from the "monster," and you have to trust your instincts. You search for your house key, walking past Leon and ignoring how inviting he looks tonight.

"Werewolf this time? At least it wasn't a ghoul like last time," Leon teases you, walking up behind you. You look back at him, furious, after opening the door of your house, and Leon raises his arms in a sign of defeat. "I am kidding."

"No, you are wasting my time. Goodnight, Kennedy." As you try to close the door on his face, Leon stops it. You look at him like he has gone crazy, caught off guard by the look you are met back: hungry as a hunter staring at his defenseless prey.

The rational part of you wants to tell Leon to fuck off and close the door on his face. Advising you to remain unaffected if Leon is trying to seduce you now. But you are so tired tonight that you let the irrational one speak. The one that is needy for some sort of human contact tonight. Even if it's from a freaking demon, who pisses the crap out of you.

And to not help, the next time Leon speaks is in a much more vulnerable tone.

"Can I come in?"

Your mom's biggest piece of advice? That you should always find allies between your enemies. They were always traitor among their kind. You and Leon met by accident three years ago. Like most sex demons, he would prey on his victims in places with a strong sexual desire, like strip clubs, bars, or regular clubs.

You were there trying to find another sex demon who was killing his victims after sex, instead finding yourself in the middle of a fight between two very hungry incubus. You should have had an easy time, but a bigger fight started amongst the humans present as well. It was a mess.

Leon helped you, to your surprise. You realized he was an incubus as soon as he grabbed your hand to get you out of the middle of the mess. Your body reacted as it should to his presence: you pulled your hand away, disgusted, but simultaneously, you were affected (and you knew it). Usually, you shouldn't remain unaffected by their extreme sexual energy (they were created for that), but with Leon, it was different. You didn't know why. Leon offered to help find this killer incubus, which proved to be an easier task with him at your side.

And now you could consider him your partner. A very annoying, sexy, good-looking sex demon partner who always looked at your body with interest when he thought you weren't looking.

Like right now. You ignore again your rational part as you bend over to find a bottle of water by the fridge. If Leon's eyes are on your ass or not, you don't really care. It is your fault for letting him inside your house anyway.

"Again, what do you need, Kennedy?" You ask as you close the fridge door with a bump. Leon is resting against the kitchen counter, the hood down. His dirty blonde hair is by his shoulders now, much longer than you first met.

"Decided to go for a bike ride late at night. Couldn't sleep."

"Oh? And you are telling me that because? Are we friends or something?" Leon ignores the irony in your voice, a small smile on his lips. You wait.

"No, we are not."

"Good, because-"

"I don't want to be your friend, anyway." Leon declares a somber tone in his voice. It's that same feeling you have had many times near Leon: he is trying to take down your defense walls, one by one. Wanting for you to feel anything other than danger.

"I see. The feeling is mutual." You whisper back, clearly affected this time. Leon starts approaching you slowly. When he stops before you, your back against the cold fridge. There is nowhere to run from his blue eyes. You can't move or don't want to move.

"What do you truly want?" You murmur again, afraid of the answer. Leon places each arm to your sides, caging your body with his. You have never felt so scared before, but not in the wrong way. Never felt so small. So powerless. Passing control to someone else shouldn't feel so easy.

"What do you think I want?" He tilts his head to one side, tempting you to answer. You bite your lips, wanting to close your eyes but keeping them locked on his. You can still pull him away, your rational part suggests. Pull him away and never see Leon Kennedy again. But do you truly want that?

"This is a trick." You place your hands on Leon's chest. Either stopping or grabbing it, you don't know. You close your eyes, shaking your head, refusing to see, to feel what is right in front of you: Leon Kennedy wants you.

You were doomed from the start as soon as you let him in. Not here, not today, but from the club. From accepting his hand, reaching out to you.

You know that getting too close to the sun could eventually burn. You have known since the first meeting that allowing Leon Kennedy into your life would be trouble. The wet dreams about him, the fact you would get jealous every time he went out for "a meal." You tried to deny for a long time, ignore, and kill those feelings that only grew stronger. Because who would be stupid enough to fall in love with an incubus?

"Open your eyes." Leon's smooth voice commands, and you still fight again, your body urging you to obey him. Tired of resisting, you open to find him just inches away from your face, his lips close enough so you can finally kiss them. "I can give you what you want. You wouldn't have to go scoping around searching for it. I can leave you breathless. I can give you all the pleasure you deserve and much more."

Leon's voice sounds like butter. This is it: you are into the incubus enchantment. You are melting inside, your hands now grabbing his hoodie.

What actually breaks you is that Leon seems to be asking for your permission. Deep down, Leon could seduce you, could make you kneel and beg for him. Instead, the silent please in his eyes, the desperation in his voice, his hand trembling against your cheek. You close your hands around his hoodie, bringing his lips into yours. It surprises you how ferocious you are kissing him, surprises you how you moan into the kiss.

Finally, your body aches relieved. Finally.

The feeling is mutual to Leon. What he never has told you is that since he met you, he knew he had to have you: he didn't know what it was about you. He had never heard of anyone of his kind falling in love (they are supposed to be the embodiment of sexual desire, anyway). The time bonding together (for more, you tried to not call that), fighting other creatures, and saving each other's asses made Leon just desire you even more. And for some strange reason, you seemed to reciprocate his feelings, too stubborn to admit.

His feelings for you made him stop feeding as much, as Leon didn't find much fun and interest in other people. Everything tasted bland and boring compared to you. It didn't help with the dreams, the horny thoughts about you getting worse and worse. Usually, jerking off would be like a small snack for Leon, but thinking about you never left him completely satisfied. He needed to have you.

And tonight, especially tonight, after another sleepless night and having another dream about you sucking him off, Leon decided to, as numerous past nights, bike around town to cool off. He would need to get home and maybe jerk off again, imagining you squirming under him, begging for him to move when he noticed your smell. His attention turned into jealousy when he saw you hugging a werewolf who clearly had sexual intentions towards you.

After seeing this, Leon turned his motorcycle around with one destination: your house. He needed to try. He needed to show you what he felt for you. And if you sent him away, well, at least he would have tried.

Your bodies are entirely in sync. You are surprised to notice Leon knows precisely where and how you desire to be touched and how you like to be kissed. You "blame" the incubus side: he is supposed to seduce you, so you give him what you want.

You fall back into your mattress, and Leon pulls away from you momentarily. You are only in your underwear, bare chest, a complete mess with your lips swollen with the kisses. Your body is vibrating for him: Leon needs to admire that. Or else he would never believe his dreams turned into reality.

"You look so beautiful." He whispers with reverence, taking his hoodie off. You are surprised to see him with no shirt on. Leon pulls his pants down, and you gulp, watching his cock spring free.

"No underwear?" You wonder, your eyes locked into his hard-on. Were all incubus supposed to be this thick and big?

"Easier that way," Leon answers, shrugging his shoulder. He kisses you again, and his hands take off the last piece of your underwear. He doesn't even know where to touch you first: your hard nipples or your sex? He is eager and somehow nervous. Leon is probably the first case of a nervous incubus in history.

"Leon?" You call his name, confused. He raises his head to meet your eyes, an emotional expression on his face. It is the first time you have called him by his name.

Leon starts paying attention to your nipples. He watches for your reaction, twisting and pinching the way that makes you moan more. You are clay under his hands; if Leon told you to run around naked, you would. At this moment time, you are no one else except his.

"Spread your legs for me."

You obey his command, feeling his hard-on against your thigh. His hands go down your belly to your sex, more wet than usual. Leon smiles, rubbing you with a fingertip to get a taste of your juice. He chuckles as you tremble, your face embarrassed.

"I have never been so wet like this," You confess.

"You never heard? Incubus charm can do that. Especially if the other one desires us back, really, really bad." You ignore the way he probably would have said meal. You can feel his breath between your tights, and your hands go into his shoulders to warn him.

"I won't last long if you do this."

"Exactly my point."

By the first touch of Leon's tongue on your needy sex, you can feel close to the orgasm. Your body is so warm, and one of your hands grabs his golden locks, keeping his head there. That only seems to thrill Leon more: He explores with his tongue up and down your sex, and you can't hold back your moans, your other hand grabbing the sheets under you. Leon hums, satisfied as he continues to savor you.

It doesn't take long for you to cum in Leon's mouth. There is a sound of approval coming from his chest as your entire body shakes under him, your eyes rolling. It had never been this strong with your past partners, you had never come this fast. You would never tell Leon that. You need a moment to relax as Leon raises his head, licking his lips.

"Delicious. Even better, what I imagined." You try to not look embarrassed as he compliments you, the warm feeling in your chest happy to hear that.

"Leon?" You call him worried.

You finally realize his eyes remain the same blue eye color. You might not know a lot about incubus sex, but one thing you know is that their eyes turn a different color when they are feeding. You had heard about red, deep red, orange, orange red-ish.

"You okay? Need more moments?"

"Why didn't you feed?" The worried tone of your voice doesn't go unnoticed by him. Leon smiles, attempting to ease your worries.

"I didn't ask for your consent. Didn't think it would be fair."

"You don't ask for consent for the others." You argue, the tone of jealousy making him chuckle. Leon lays on top of you, his arms caging you again.

"You are not like the others. You are special." Before the weight of his confession would make you run away scared, screaming for your life. Now, it makes you lock your legs around his hips, purring content.

"I am sure you say that to all others."

"No, I don't." His tone is serious. Leon starts to rub against your still-sensitive sex. He lowers down to kiss you, slowly and this time more patiently. You can taste yourself in Leon's mouth, making you wonder what Leon's taste is. When you break away, you confess in a hushed whisper you want him to feed.

You want him satisfied with you. Only you.

When Leon penetrates you slowly, to not hurt you, for more wet that your entrance is with his magic, you watch fascinated his eyes turn into a weak red. He probably had been hungry for a long time, and something inside of you told Leon that he would need much more to be fed entirely. Leon pushes all his dick inside of you, giving both a moment to calm yourself. You feel delicious wrapped around him like that: tight and warm. There would be really no one else for him after this.

"You can move now." You whisper, rubbing his face. His first thrust is gentle but still drags a sob out of you. How come Leon has found your pleasure spot so quick? It had to be luck.

Your body had never been in such sync with someone else like that before: Leon knew precisely how to move his hips, how exactly would you make you moan the loudest. It doesn't take long for you to cum again, his thrusts still gentle, hitting that specific pleasure spot you love so much repeatedly. After you cum, Leon stops, worried you might say this is over, but you lift yourself from the bed with one hand, the other holding Leon's neck so he can look at you. You demand more from him, harder, faster. That makes you scream. That the whole town knows who you belong from now.

Your consent is probably what drives him over the edge. Leon doesn't stop now, and if it wasn't for his arm holding around your shoulder to keep you in the bed, you would have fallen out with the strength of his thrusts. You sound incoherent by now, pleading for something, someone, watching Leon's eyes flicker into a stronger red. His eyes never entirely leave your face, his hips hitting against yours with a supernatural strength. You thank mentally for your genetics, or else Leon could have actually hurt you.

You both are close now, you to your third orgasm, Leon on his first one after weeks. Or months. He remembers how many times he has fapped to this vision before, your eyes rolling with your mouth parted as you begged him to not stop, to fuck you insane, never enough to completely satisfy him. But tonight, Leon is giving you all that he has gotten.

When you both come at the same time, your back arches against the bed, and your vision goes white. You scream, your body trembling under Leon's arm, holding onto his shoulders as if you are drowning in the water. Leon is your anchor now, keeping you remotely sane.

As Leon fills you up with a strangled moan of your name, Leon feels his starvation to subdue. He is still hungry as he always would be for you, but this time he is sated. Different from all the other times he had feed: different from the simple fucks he had when he was hungry. As the closest thing from an incubus could feel from love.

It takes you a few minutes to come back to reality. You blink, Leon at your side this time, his arm around you and his head resting against your shoulder. He has his eyes closed, but he isn't sleeping.

"You okay?" He asks, finally opening his eyes. They are back to their normal blue eyes, even looking more vivid.

"Yeah, I guess?" You can feel his cum in your tights leaking from your entrance. "What have you done to me?"

"I told you I would have given you what you deserved." Leon chuckles, and you hit in the arm lightly. Convinced bastard.

You sit down, wincing at the soreness in the middle of your legs. You wonder if you were entirely human if you could walk the following day. There is a small puddle of white cum in the bed, and you look at him, surprised.

"Didn't know you guys could make this much mess…"

"Only when we are entirely satisfied."

Leon lays on his back, arms lifted with his head resting against his hands, a satisfied smile on his lips like he just had the biggest meal of his entire life. And he did: you look a mess, and Leon loves being the reason for that.

"So, do you have to leave now or…?"

"Not if you don't want me," Leon answers softly.

"I don't." You confess, and Leon smiles, happy. The confused feelings in your thoughts and heart could stay for tomorrow. Now, you need a shower and change your sheets. Then cuddle with the man next to you.

"Do you guys cuddle?" You ask, sounding like an idiot, and Leon giggles again.

"I think we can. You will be my first one anyway."

First one? Before you can ask what that means, Leon gets up from the bed. You watch as the light of the night illuminates his body, marked with your love. He raises his hand.

"I can see you are overthinking. Let's worry about tomorrow when tomorrow arrives, okay?"

You nod. Sounds like the perfect plan.

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hearts4golbach · 4 months

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could u do johnnie guilbert smut? maybe with him being sub? like whimpering and shit 💀 idk how else to explain lmao 😭

Disco Stick. (Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.)

warning: consensual sex under the influence of alcohol.

im not sure if all of this is true so if its not pretend it is!

The club was definitely not my first choice of entertainment, but it'd do. Me and F/n pulled up to the most popular club near us, hoping we'd meet new guys to spice up our boring lives.

we got in surprisingly quick and went to find somewhere to sit and get drinks. we settled on the bar, sitting in the very far corner so we wouldnt bother anyone. I ordered my usual while f/n decided not to drink at all so she could drive us home. sadly, next time id be designated driver.

"its boring over here, once you get your drink lets go walk around or something." she offered, sipping her sprite.

i nodded in agreement. shorty after, i finally got my drink and we got up to walk around. i sipped on my drink as we began to walk into a crowd. i was worried id spill it. i pushed through a couple people carefully, making not to disturb anyone. 2 guys with black hair stood in front of me, i began to swerve around them before one turned around, bumping into me. luckily, my drink didnt get spilt.

"shit, i am so sorry." i heard an old, oddly familiar voice apologize.

"its all good," i looked up to see his face. "no fucking way, johnnie? do you remember me from chemistry?"

excitement twinkled in his eyes as he smiled. "yeah, you were the best lab partner i ever had. how could i forget?"

"i remember you too!" jake said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"sorry, jake! how could i forget you, you always made chemistry genuinely funny!"

"junior year chem was the shit with the 3 of us!" johnnie added as he giggled.

"we should catch up! ill buy you 2 a drink!" i yell over the blaring music.

"im down." he grinned. i grabbed his hand and we walked back to the bar, f/n and jake behind us.

as we sat back down, i introduced them to f/n. "this is f/n, she didnt go to the same highschool as us but we went to middle school together and weve been friends ever since."

jake shook her hand and johnnie waved. "im jake, and this is johnnie." he said, tilting his head towards johnnie.

"hey! its nice to meet you guys." she smiled sweetly.

we spent a couple more hoirs drinking and reminiscing over all of the awkward but funny moments we had together. the three of us were the chemistry group as people would say. although we fucked off a lot, all of us ended with a 95% or higher because we made that class bearable. id rather not talk about my other grades, though.

by the time we were leaving, me and johnnie were drunk as fucking sailors. we held onto eachother, stuck like glue as we giggled over everything. we frequently tripped, unsure of our footing causing f/n or jake to help us regain our shared balance. i had my arm wrapped around his shoulders and the other holding onto the arm that was wrapped around my waist. me and johmnie clicked, just like old times.

f/n and jake threw us in the backseat. johnnie laid his head on my shoulder and i rested my head on top of his. i was nearly asleep before i was awoken by johnnie gagging loudly. "ew, what the fuck was that about?" i slurred.

"i felt like it." he laughed. i rolled my eyes and got out of the car as we parked. i dragged johnnie out behind me and gripped onto him the same way i had before.

while i was drifiting off, f/n and jake had decided theyd just stay the night at our apartment. me and johnnie were estatic about our sleepover. "why dont we just share your bed?" he smiled and laughed, making his eyes squint.

i sighed contently. "that sounds amazing. you can be my pillow." i smiled sweetly.

"of course." johnnie slurred, following me into my room.

"goodnight, lovebugs, sleep tight." f/n teased while jake ooo'd from the living room.

i laughed at her comment and laid in bed next to johnnie. he looked deeply into my eyes, looking like he had something to say but holding back. but i knew what he wanted to say, and i wanted to say it too. "i was in love with you all throughout highschool." i confessed.

"really?" his face brightened, "i was, too. theres not a day where you dont cross my mind, still." he admitted.

"me too, i was so scared to reach out. i wish you said something before we graduated." i frowned.

"me too." he whispered, his eyes flickering down to my lips then back up into my eyes. his blue eyes pierced through mine, making my insides turn to mush.

we gazed into eachothers eyes for a solid minute before i leaned in and kissed him. he immediately kissed me back, grabbing my waist and pulling me in. it was passionate and needy, making chills run down my spine. i pressed into him, wanting more. his tongue swiped my bottom lip. i ran my fingers through his hair before flipping us over and sitting on top of him. his hands carefully slid down to my ass, giving it a gentl squeeze before moving down to grip my thighs.

johnnie pulled back. "is this okay?" he asked, breathing heavily.

i nodded fast, pulling him back in. i grinded down onto his hard member, making him whimper quietly into my mouth. he began to take off my shirt, breaking the kiss long enough that i could get his off, too. i lazily unbuttoned his pants, not bothering to break the kiss. i felt his hot breath heavy on my face. i pulled his jeans down just enough so i could see his boxers.

"fuck, y/n," johnnie whispered, pulling my shorts and underwear off from under my skirt. he didnt bother removing it.

i desperately oulled his boxers down, revealing his hardened cock. i bit my lip as i looked up at him. "youre okay with this, right?"

"yes, please, i need you so bad." johnnie moaned quietly, gripping my hips as i

lined up my entrance with his tip.

i slowly began to sit, just as eager to feel him inside of me as he was. "you dont know how long ive wanted to do this, pretty boy. fuck, you feel so good." i moaned, leaning down to kiss his neck, i sucked and bit, leaving dark hickeys all over his neck and chest.

his fingertips left prints in my hips, which were most likely going to bruise in the morning but the pressure was perfect. he melted under my touch, whimpereing curses under his breath.

i sped up the pace, whispering sweet nothings in his ear. "youre so amazing," i moaned, placing my hands on his chest and tracing his tattoos.

"fuck, if you keep doing that im going to cum even quicker." he admitted, throwing his head back and biting down onto his lip.

i swiftly bounced on his cock, moaning and praises filled the room. "you fuck me so good." i tell johnnie, making his cock twitch inside of me.

"im going to cum," he whimpered and moaned, squeezing his eyes shut.

"cum with me, johnnie." i cursed under my breath.

my body tensed as i felt my stomach swirl and knot. i hit my climax, slowly riding his dick to help him ride out his high as well. he pulled out and came all over my stomach. "fuck." he said one last time, his body going limp.

i dropped down next to him, pulling the covers over our naked bodies. "i needed that so bad." i admitted before placing a soft kiss on his lips.

wrapped in eachothers arms, we slept like rocks.

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ezelium · 3 months

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Chasing after warm nights ; Edogawa Ranpo.

CONTENT: cuddling with ranpo because he's cold.

WARNINGS: short fic / oneshot ,, cuddling ,, GN!reader ,, fluff. just fluff ,, established relationship ,, not proofread ,, new writer ,, possibly ooc ranpo ,, even though its mostly about you i think ,, idk what else

GENRE: fluff

WC: 384 ∘ 2,133 characters

A/N: hello this is a very old post. please don't read i literally hate this...... (the "very old" is like. two months ago)

it was nearing 2 am, on a cold and breezy winter night. you needed 3 blankets just to keep yourself warm, tonight was freezing opposed to yesterdays weather which was sunny. sleep still hadn't found your way, but you were drowsy. next to you was a sleeping detective- no, the world's best detective. he was snoring very lightly, chest going up and down in a steady manner.

ranpo looked absolutely adorable when he slept, and you loved it. whenever you couldn't sleep, you'd just stare at his face and drown in cuteness. his face was cute, you always found it cute. today was no different. hell, you wanted to give him a kiss right now but you didn't want to interrupt his slumber. the last thing you noticed before turning to the other was that you wrapped almost the entirety of the blanket around you, which left ranpo with some half-assly covered blanket. you paid it no mind; surely he'll be fine!

finally, some sleep. you finally fell aslep.

...

and then you wake up. after a few minutes. minutes. however, you feel something clinging onto your back and trying to shift the heavy blankets on you, pulling and tugging them. after turning your head to look over your shoulder, you came to the conclusion it was your boyfriend (ranpo). he stiffened; making a small 'a' sound upon seeing you move. damnit, he didn't mean to wake you up!

"go back to sleep." he demanded, almost groaning the words out in his sleepy state. it was cold, and he had nothing to warm himself up with. the only response you gave was a small, lazy chuckle that left your throat without you even wanting to.

slowly, you held up the blankets for him to snuggle next to you, which he did with absolutely no hesitation. next thing you know, he was almost climbing on top of you while hugging you, holding you like his life depended on it. ranpo's skin was much colder than yours, damn, was the room that cold? his head kept itself heavy and buried on your chest, making the faintest of smiles creep up on your face. you snaked your arms around his torso and pulled him impossibly closer.

"goodnight," you sighed, near his ear.

"goodnight, my sweet." he purred back.

©ezelium 2024 ﹕ Do NOT steal/plagirize, copy or translate my works.

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shadesslut · 7 months

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loving her was red, pt. 8

Pairing: (Dark!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader)

Content Includes: (Violence, angst)

Summary: His father's plan was nearing its end, and Chad was onto him, and the only thing Ethan could focus on was keeping her safe.

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8

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Three days. Three days had passed of Y/N being in that hellhole. She slowly grew mad. The rusted walls started to get smaller, enclosing her in. She felt as if they moved closer towards her, and soon it would crush her, finally ending her suffering. She tried to pass the time thinking of her friends. The late sleepovers her and the girls would have. The nights they would sneak out when Sam fell asleep. It all became blurry. Her mind was clouded with him. She saw Ethan twice everyday; once in the morning, once at night. As time passed as he came each time, he started to become more and more unrecognizable to Y/N. This wasn’t Ethan, at least not the one she knew. It had to be some dark version of him, the good Ethan had to be gone, right?

He set down the plate of food by the mattress, and he softly smiled at her. He played with the ends of her hair, slightly twisting it in his fingers.

She hadn’t talked much in the past few days, but could you blame her? She only muttered a small ‘thank you’ every now and then, and she said goodnight every time Ethan left. He wanted to kiss her, to tell her she was safe now. He didn’t want to rush it though, scare her. He had scared her enough.

“How did you sleep?” Ethan asked sweetly. She only shrugged as she slowly ate her food.

Ethan sighed, but continued to smile at her. “Soon I’ll let you out, after all of this is over,”

“After you kill my friends?” She mumbled, shoving a spoonful of her soup. Ethan inhaled slowly, trying to calm himself down.

“What’d you say?”

She whispered, “Nothing,” and continued to eat.

Ethan wasn’t lying, he truly intended to let her out once the plan was over. Now he didn’t have to worry about his father finding out about their relationship, for all he knew Ethan already killed her. That’s what the group thought, or at least that’s what Chad thought.

Chad was a wreck. He had called and texted Y/N’s cell thousands of times, and he worried more when all he received was a half-assed text from which Ethan wrote. He waited for her in her room, softly crying on her bed as his tears stained her pillow. Tara and Mindy tried to comfort him, telling him that she’s probably in hiding. Chad knew though, he knew something was wrong, and he intended to find out.

Ethan hadn’t been home that much; only to grab belongings and clothes of his. He had thanked whatever god was up there for not letting Chad see him ever. Ethan let out a huff as he held up her phone in his palm. His brows furrowed in annoyance, and he scrolled his thumb on the screen.

Y/N swallowed and looked at him with curiosity. “What’s wrong?” She asked innocently.

He groaned, and dramatically flopped himself on her lap, resting his head on her thigh. He looked up at her, and he just realized, from this angle, how prominent her eye bags were. “You need to get more sleep, baby.” He cooed, reaching his hand up to her chin. She flinched at his touch, but she nodded in agreement.

“It’s hard to sleep here alone.” She whispered.

Ethan smiled sympathetically. “It’s just Chad,” he answered her previous question. He glanced at the text again, rolling his eyes.

Chad

i know this isn’t y/n.

10:23 am

“He’s convinced I killed you.”

Y/N gulped, and she shakily ran her fingers through his curls. “Why does he think that? Did he find any proof of you being the killer?” She asked hopefully, masking it with faux worry. He shook his head, missing the hopeful glint in her eyes disappear. “Ethan?”

He hummed, closing his eyes as she continued to play with his hair.

“That night, when you said you loved me, did you mean it?” She asked, recalling their first night together as they began their deal. The fucking deal that got her into this mess.

He looked at her for a moment, searching for emotion in her eyes. She tried her best to show it. “Of course I did.” He answered blankly.

“Then can you do something for me?”

“What’s that?”

“Can you please not kill my friends?” She begged in a hushed whisper. Ethan sighed, getting up off her thigh. She reached out for him, but he pulled away.

“Ethan, please, they’re all I have, all I need. They’re my only family.” She began to cry, tugging on his hand as he stood up. He walked away, forcibly disregarding her hands. She was now literally on her knees begging for Ethan. Just not in the way Ethan wanted. Ethan rested his hand on the handle of the door, and he winced as she cried.

She said something about Chad, and something snapped inside of him. He bent down and grabbed her shoulders roughly. He held her in place, and one of his hands rested dangerously close to her throat. His eyes darkened, and his nose scrunched as he scowled. If looks could kill, she’d drop dead, cold on the floor.

“They’re not your family, I am. They’re not all you need, I am the only thing you fucking need.”

Her eyes widened at his tone, and her throat instantly went dry. His expression changed like a lightbulb turning on; his eyes squinted as he smiled sweetly. He loosened his grip, and he kissed her gently on her forehead. “I’ll be back tonight, I love you.” He spoke, before leaving once again.

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Ethan ignored Chad’s glares. He was sitting in the back of a van, with Chad, Mindy, and Kirby. He mindlessly ate his chips, and every now and then he had the audacity to offer some to Chad.

“Okay Sam, stay close to Bailey and wait for the call. Make sure to keep him on the phone for fifty seconds.” Kirby spoke into her earpiece. Mindy argued with Kirby about Sam and Tara’s safety, especially Tara, her barely being able to walk from her wounds, and Ethan watched as Chad’s knee bounced up and down.

“Mindy, I know what I’m doing, they’re safe.”

Mindy opened her mouth to snap back, but Chad interrupted her. “I’m sorry, but are we all just going to ignore how Y/N hasn’t been here in three days?”

“Chad,” Mindy started.

“And the fact that the last person who saw her was the same person who wasn’t at the last attack? Huh? He probably killed Anika, and then he probably killed Y/N!” He yelled, gesturing his hands to Ethan. Ethan looked innocently between the twins. Kirby sighed, rubbing her temple.

“Didn’t she text you?” Kirby asked.

“Yes, but-”

“Then maybe she really did run away. Maybe it’s for the best she did.”

Mindy slightly agreed with her, and Chad felt as if he was going crazy. “No! There’s no way that she left us; she wouldn’t do that!”

“She told me she was going home. She said she was scared, dude.” Ethan finally spoke. Chad jerked his head towards Ethan. He scoffed at Ethan’s words, crossing his arms over his chest. He still didn’t believe it, that she had left them, and left him. Unfortunately, he knew he was right. He wished he was wrong, he wished that she was home.

They had dropped the topic once Sam received a call. They closely listened in, realizing that Ghostface was at Gale’s apartment. Sam, Tara, and Bailey rushed over there, and Ethan muttered out a half-assed excuse before leaving the van.

He needed to see her again. He never knew how much of the plan would take a toll on him once it became realer. His stomach twisted in knots as he walked back. Ethan was so far out of it, he didn’t notice Chad following him.

Chad gulped as he watched Ethan walk into the theater they were all at recently. He sent a text to Mindy, ensuring her that he was being safe. She had begged him not to follow Ethan, telling him he could be possibly following the killer, but Chad wouldn’t hear of it. He followed Ethan inside quietly, stopping once he saw Ethan standing in front of a closed door.

He heard him groan in annoyance, and he shortly stomped off as he held his phone up to his ear. Chad took the opportunity and snuck over to the door, quietly flipping it unlocked and turning the knob.

Chad peeked his head in, and he immediately let out a shaky “Oh,”

He saw Y/N lying on the mattress, dirty and asleep. He rushed towards her, gently waking her up. She flinched and pushed on Chad’s chest as she awoke. She yelped in fear.

“Hey, hey, it’s just me,” Chad whispered, soothing her arms with his big hands.

She stilled and looked at him. “C-Chad?”

He nodded, smiling sadly as his eyes reared up. He hooked his hand under her forearm, helping her stand up. “I’m gonna get you out of here. Did Ethan put you here?”

She nodded slowly, staring out into the now open doorway.

“I’m gonna fucking kill him, what did he do to you? Are you okay?” He asked hurriedly, urging her towards the door.

“Chad,” Her voice cracked.

He turned his head towards her.

“I’m scared.”

He slid his palm to cup her cheek, before kissing her. For the first time since the attacks started, she felt safe. She felt protected in Chad’s arms. She never wanted to leave. He would never leave her. “I’m going to get you out of here.” He reiterated after pulling away. His breath hit her nose.

“I love you, Y/N.”

She smiled, placing her hand flat over his heart. She felt it beat, rapping against her palm.

Her happiness was cut short.

Ethan appeared in the doorway, knife held in hand. His hair was disheveled, and his hands shook in excitement. The wide grin that painted over his face scared her.

“Chad!” She screamed, pushing him as she tried to create distance from Ethan.

Chad turned his head behind him, his eyes widening as Ethan plunged towards him. He sunk his knife in his chest, and Chad choked as blood spewed out of his mouth.

“No!” She bloodily screamed. She went over to Ethan, tugging on the wrist of the hand that held the knife. Ethan’s arm swung back, pulling the knife out of Chad. She tugged on him once more, knocking the knife out of his hand. Chad fell to the ground, hand clutching his bleeding chest.

She jumped towards the knife, barely grabbing it before Ethan pulled on her legs. She spun her body around and stabbed him in his forearm.

“Fuck!” He yelled in pain, doubling back.

She slid over to Chad, who’s breaths were beginning to become staggered. She cried as she held his head up by his neck.

“No no no, Chad p-please, you can’t die on me,” she whispered. She pressed her hands to his wound, applying pressure. Tears spilt out of her eyes, and they landed on Chad’s cheeks. He only smiled weakly up at her.

“I-I’m sorry,” he stuttered. She shook her head rapidly, and Chad held his hand over hers.

In a split second, she saw the glimmer in his eyes fade, and the warmness of his hand grow cold. She cried out his name as she shook his lifeless body, receiving no answer. She wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on his chest.

She saw Ethan’s shoes appear in the corner of her eye. She raised her head up to him, her cheeks stained with tears. Ethan didn’t look sad, nor guilty. He tilted his head as he looked down at her. Streams of blood ran down his arm, dripping to the floor. He dryly chuckled at her once she looked at the cut she gave him.

“I knew you had it in you.”

She was seething. Her whole body shook. She stood up and instantly started punching at his chest. “I fucking hate you! I’m gonna kill you!” she screamed. Her punches were weak, and Ethan only lost his balance from the impact. He grabbed her wrists roughly, and he wrapped his arms around her torso, forcing her in a hug. She sobbed into his chest. Curses spewed out of her mouth every now and then, but for the most part, she only cried. She cried for Anika, she cried for Chad, and lastly, she cried for herself. Ethan quietly shushed her, rubbing his palm in circles on her back. She looked at Chad’s body, which stared back at her. She only cried more. Somehow, she felt that this was her fault, not Ethan’s.

Ethan kissed the top of her head. As he stared at Chad, his hands shook. He wanted to do more to Chad. He wanted to brutally stab him over and over in the face. He almost did it, but resisted at the sight of Y/N’s state. He wanted any resembling features of Chad to disappear. It would be hard to kiss his lips then, right Y/N?

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crabonfire · 1 year

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hi! i recently saw your one bed trope post and was wondering if you ever did a part 2? love your writing and remember to drink water!!

One bed trope, Part 2.

The long awaited continuation!!! I'm sorry I almost forgot I even wrote it and it's my most popular prompt haha!!

characters: Heavy, Engineer, Medic.

warnings: none

note!! PLEASE READ DJDJFJFJF:

SO...I didn't realise until I finished heavy's but this is really long...like,,, super duper long. So sniper and spy will be the last part!! I'm so sorry but WOW I write long one shots. don't worry, it'll be released right after this one.

Oh and ps, Engineer's is a bit suggestive. no nsfw but sexual tension here n there 🤯🤯🤯🤯

♡Heavy♡

• "I will take the floor, Y/N sleep on the bed."

• THE SECOND HE SEES THERES ONLY ONE BED HE JUST...YEAH

• "Heavy no, its uncomfortable. Its been a long day, I'll take the floor."

"No. Heavy insist."

"Heavy."

"Y/N."

You two debated for a bit until you just told him your sharing.

"How? Heavy...is big."

"It'll fit, don't worry."

"...This is not good idea."

"Shut up man. Either we both suffer on the ground or have the bed together."

• after you both shower, Heavy spends some time to clean Sasha, while your already incredibly worn out from the day.

"I think I'm gonna sleep now, night heavy."

"goodnight Y/N, sweet dreams."

"Mhm, and if I find you asleep on the floor in the morning I'm going to break your jaw."

"Haha, very funny Y/N."

"I will."

"Ah...alright."

• you doze off quickly, Heavy finishes cleaning sasha and seeing he has nothing else to do he decides to sleep too.

• He's quite careful, making sure that he doesn't wake you. When he does lie, the bed tilts his way. His eyes widen a bit by the creak it creates as he would hate to wake you up, but is relieved to see your knocked out cold.

He studies your sleeping form for a bit, he's not weirded out by sleeping with another person. He's had to sleep with the mercs sometimes, and he used to sleep with his sisters when he was young, so this was nothing really.

But, why is it you make him so nervous? Especially in this situation? Your not even awake, but that makes it worse.

• He slowly slips into the covers that barely cover him, but right now he's more focused on you. When he does, the bed slightly tips to him and you shift closer to him, making him panic slightly. That panic fades away when you rest your head near his arm, forcing him to lay face flat to the ceiling.

His cheeks grow warm, so do his ears, and his entire face. Oh my god. Your resting on his shoulder. Oh my god. Oh my godddd.

You murmur something under your breath as you wrap your arms around his, making him tense up. "Mmmfh..." Your voice is muffled as you hold his arm. He melts, a weak smile appearing on his face as he holds the urge to freak out. Smiling contently, he soon falls to a slumber.

aw,,, anyways morning!!!

• You wake up and broooo...

Your confused by the immense warmth your feeling right now, when you open your eyes your eyes widen and your cheeks flush immediately. Heavy is holding you right now,, the heavy. The guy who carries around a machine gun everyday and kills people who even bat an eye to him, the guy who hunts BEARS.

But... You know him. He's a nice guy. Which makes it WORSE!!! HE'S... HE'S HOLDING YOU RIGHT NOW OH MY GKDDDNDNDJFJFJFJFJRJDJ! #(#((£_(

You don't know what to do. You... Uh... Um... Hm.

• "Oh my god-" you mumble, feeling embarrassed yet also feeling super lucky right now. your but bear man crush is holding you rn. bro.

He shifts, making you panic. Your eyes shut in instinct , and he seemed to have been woken up. You can't see right now but his eyes are WIIIDEEEEEEE he's wide awake rn haha

• "bozhe moi-" he grunts.

"... Y/N..?"

"...yea?"

"Oh-dear god I am quite sorry..." He let's you go and he sits up.

"It's okay! It was uh... Warm. It was nice."

it's quiet for a bit. He's obviously tense.

"...I liked it."

He flinches a bit, turning to you. "I am glad I didn't make you uncomfortable...i also liked it."

His cheeks are red. Oh?

Oh...

He likes you like that...SCORE!!! WOOO!!! LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! HE LIKES YOU BACK WOOOOOOO!!!!

you crack up a smile, making him feel a bit flustered. He gets up and excuses himself to shower, while your having a mini celebration over the fact that THAT little tint of red on his face is an obvious hint that he likes you. Let's goooooo!!!!!!

♡Engie♡

• he knew there would be one bed. he's close with ms pauling and knows the details of any sudden changes. so he knew, and he took this as am opportunity to make a move on you.

• "Engie there's uh...one bed."

"What? Oh-darn'...really? no way..."

"Oh um...I'll sleep on the floor."

"No-no. I'll sleep on the floor."

"Engie that's ridiculous, you've worked your ass off today I am not letting you sleep on the floor."

"Don't cut yourself short sweet pea, you were a real sharpshooter today, you take the bed."

"...ugh! Let's just-share the bed."

"...ah, alright." SUCCESSSSSSSS

• he has a whole plan too. small talk until you both get tired, he acts all chill about it, casually gets close to you without making you uncomfortable, andddd when you scooch closer to him he'll be all suave.

if you think this is out of this is out of character, considering he's an engineer with 11 phds who cut off his own hand to replace it with a gunslinger, and is nice but makes TELEPORTERS...he's definitely a carefully calculated man, even in these situations.

• you two talk for a bit, rambling about the day and laughing over stupid encounters. the clock strikes midnight, and you both realise its time to rest.

But your quite nervous with him, feeling the heat to your cheeks as you sit next to him. "You okay sugar?" He asks, worry in his voice. "Y-Yeah! Sorry, just uh...um...yea." You sputter out. "Are you nervous?" He asks.

AHAHDHDHFH he really has to ask?? "That obvious huh?" You chuckle nervously, making him smile softly. "It's alright, I won't bite. I mean, unless you want me to."

• Your head turns to him, noticing the gaze he's had on you. Your face feels hot, and your at a loss on what to say. He laughs, "I'm just jokin' darl'." Your mouth opens but you can't seem to say anything. He just... Stares.

"Oh my god your a fuckin tease." You look away, laughing. Wow okay. He...hes flirting. Well now you know he likes you like that. "Oh but you like it don't you?"

That made you turn your attention back to him, brows furrowed. He places a hand on your chin, making you look up at him. If he couldn't see the blush on your face, the heat from it would certainly be obvious. "Don't you?"

Your knees are weak, your head is dizzy, you don't know how to react, you feel like your gonna explode. He waits for a moment, and he starts to laugh, taking his hand away from your chin and shaking his head.

"Nevermind, get some sleep." He gives you one last cocky smile, and then walks off to the bathroom. Your left there speechless, not having anything to say or even think about. What is there to think about?? You can't even process what just happened to you.

I mean it's nice to know that he obviously likes you back but wow...you were not expecting him to be so...forward.

You shake your thoughts away and dim the lights, slipping into your comfortable sheets and trying your best to just...think about it tomorrow.

wow. um. morning.

• goddamnit.

• of fucking course you're gonna wake up in his arms. right after he teases you relentlessly of fucking COURSE you're gonna wake up in his arms.

your wrapped tightly in his warm embrace, he's knocked the fuck out, snoring lightly. you sigh, trying to escape but he's so damn strong what the hell...

you recall the events that happened last night, and damn!! this bitch is a tease.

you frown but accept your fate, letting yourself fall back to sleep. this man sleeps like a fucking rock. not even a nuclear alarm will wake his ass up.

♡Medic♡

• honestly?? I think he'd be too tired to even like complain or do anything.

• "Oh-uh...medic there's one bed."

"Oh? I did not expect us having to share, but alright then!"

"O-Oh? Are you sure? I don't mind sleeping on the floor."

"Nonsense! Neither of us need to wake up with a sore back tomorrow, it's alright."

• he sets up his documents on a table near the TV, and spends the whole night writing and going over files on a previous experiment he did.

you just sorta do your own thing, making small talk here and there, though he's obviously more focused in his work. You leave him be, but after hours, he's still just on thay damn desk.

"Hey doc-sorry to bother but uh...you gonna sleep soon? It's pretty late."

"Hm? Oh! Yes yes of course, I had forgotten how fast time goes while I do my work. Thank you for reminding me, I'll sleep in a bit no need to worry."

"Ah..okay then. Goodnight medic."

He hums in reply, then going back to writing. You shrug it off, taking a sip of water and slipping right to sleep.

• An hour goes by, and finally he decides to rest. He closes his documents and dims the lights, walking over to the bed. As he sits, he's quite enamoured by your sleeping self. He smiles, you look so calm.

He knows he likes you. Your the only patient he's loves to take care of, no matter what disgusting or horrible thing it is, he absolutely will do anything in his power to help you. The way you check up on him when it's late at night, the way you help him clean up and record experiments having full trust in his ability to heal you, and the way you make his heart skip faster than normal.

Now that he's alone with you, he feels a bit nervous. It's really starting to kick in now that this is the first time he's gonna be sleeping with you. NOT IN A WEIRD WAY, but wow, it's finally kicking in that you're sleeping together.

He feels like a school girl, it's silly. But he can't help it, how did you manage to steal his heart? He's stolen many himself, but this feels so unreal. He snaps back to reality when he realises he needs to sleep, smiling, he slips into the covers and faces you. "Goodnight, Y/N." He mutters.

awwwwwwwwwww he's so silly!!! morning time everyone

• He wakes up pretty early, he doesn't need much sleep to operate in the morning. He's surprised by the warmth he feels on his face, but starts to smile when he realises that your holding him in your sleep.

that's so sweet, Y/N oh my god.

he melts into you, wrapping his arms tight around your figure. "Mmmh..medic..?" you mumble in response to the sudden gesture. "Yes?"

You look down, blink a bit, and take in the scene.

It's medic. He's smiling wearily, his arms are around you, and yours around him.

woah.

• "Oh-oh gosh-"

You scooch away from him and sit up, and so does he, putting his glasses on. "I am so so sorry... I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable-oh god." You sputter, chuckling nervously.

"It is alright! I enjoyed it."

"Oh...you did?"

"Yes. You were quite warm. I found it cute!"

No point in being shy now, he's quite an honest guy you know? You can feel your cheeks redden, chuckling even more at his blunt self.

"Wow uh...Well. I'm glad you did...It was nice actually."

• You both just kinda smile like two idiots, then in perfect timing, Ms Pauling knocks on the door to wake you guys up. You two get ready and for the rest of the day, the both of you are giggling and flirting like two dumb teenagers just falling in love. It's adorable.

And for the week where you two are together, it always ends up like this. You two holding each other when you wake up. You both like each other, it's obvious now. But just who will ask out the other first?

BOOM cliffhanger HAHAHAHAHHAAAAAA!!!!!!!! Cry.

Anyways part 3 with sniper and Spy tomorrow!!! IM SORRY LMAOOOO this was longer than I thought and my palms are sweaty from writing. Like...actually I really need to stop they are incredibly sweaty.

Hope you enjoyed! For any spelling errors I apologise, stay tuned for part three tomorrow!! It'll be the first thing I post :) reblogs are greatly appreciated ♡

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acrux-jr · 5 months

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Replete-P.2

Summary: Mike and you finally go on a date.

Word count: 990

Tags: fluff, chubby! Reader !, age gap (slight)

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Mike stared at the phone, almost burning a hole through it. All of Friday and no text, and now it's Saturday the mid afternoon and still no text.

‘Was I not her type?’ Mike's mood fell a bit but he shook it off. ‘It's also the weekend, I'm sure she worked all week and is probably relaxing.’

He was not wrong, you were laying in bed doing a facemask and reading a book. Your phone buzzed.

‘Have you texted Mr. Sexy???’

You rolled your eyebrows at your friends words.

‘No not yet.’

‘:( why not!?’

‘Bc 1 im still thinking it over okay? Hes a big brother of one of the student im sure that like taboo or wtv

2 im nervous okay jeez.’

:| stop being a pussy y/n so what hes a BROTHER, yes the guardian but its not as bad at a parent or a married one at that.

DO IT Y/N!’

The paper was right in front of you, acting as a bookmark. You bit your bottom lip. ‘I mean she has a point, he's not a parent, and not married.’

It still weighed on your mind though. The numbers were burned into the back of your head now from how often you were staring at them.

You huffed a breath out, ‘FUCK IT!’

‘Mike?’

There was an immediate reply. ‘Ms.L/N?’

‘Yes, but y/n is fine :)’

Mike's heart fluttered the tiniest bit at the smiley face.

‘Cool :) y/n it is.’

You giggled and kicked your feet.

‘So Mike, what do you like to do?’

‘Relax mostly, nothing beats just resting’

‘Are you sure you're not actually over 40?’

‘I am waiting for that age to come so I can just spend it at home and blame it on my age.’

Hours and hours passed by as you learned more about Mike and he learned more about you. A thought popped into your mind as he told you his favorite cartoon.

‘Do you have any plans for tomorrow?’

Mike stared at the text. ‘Holy fuck,’ was what he thought.

He typed and erased over 3 different messages before landing on something that was fine.

‘No, not much I was gonna run some errands while Abby was with a babysitter since she want to buy like everything.

Why?’

‘Um well if you weren't too busy, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the diner to hang out for a bit.’

Seconds passed, they felt like hours to you though.

‘Yeah that sounds good. 1 sound good?’

‘Yeah perfect :).’

The conversation died down a bit as it was nearing 10 pm, and both of you were busy with cleaning up. You said your goodnights to each other and both slept soundly, dreaming of tomorrow.

The next day rolled around, bright and semi early. It was 10 a.m. you sent Mike a goodmorning, and started for the day. No one was home, so you made a quick breakfast, an omelet, toast, and some fruits for right now before eating lunch with Mike.

You put a face mask on as you listened to your cassette. You lounged around til 12 to get ready.

You did a brushed out fox eye, with mascara and a little foundation. You had a cashmere crop top and a dark brown folded skirt. You put on a leather jacket and your mary janes. You left hair down, put a soft brown lip liner and red with gloss. You opted for minimal jewelry, just a gold chain.

It was 12: 40, your stomach growled a bit. On your way down you grabbed a snack pack and headed out. You ran back in for your purse and keys, then headed out.

You got there at 12:50, as you looked to your ight you saw Mike already sitting at a both. He smiled and gave an awkward wave, which you found a bit endearing.

You walked to him, he stood up and offered to take your jacket off. You accepted and the two of you sat.

The silence was a bit awkward.

Mike tried to break it. “So how long have you been an after-school teacher?”

“Hmm I just started but I did do the summer program for the last years.”

“Oh do you like?”

“Um yeah mostly. There's some bad days of course but that could be said about any job.”

“Yeah that makes sense.”

“What about you, how long have you been a stockman?”

“2 months.”

“Oh cool. How long have you been working in general?”

“Since I was 16, so about 11 years.”

Silence hung in the air.

“Wait. You're 27?”

Mike nodded his head. “Yeah… why?”

He huffed and laughed, “What are you like 18?”

His smile dropped and eyes widened as you gave a slight nod. “Wait, are you serious?”

Again another nod. “I thought you said you worked the summer program?”

“Yeah, as a volunteer the first year and then from there as a group leader.”

“Wow. Okay.”

You bit your lip. “I'm sorry, I didn't think our age gap was that um wide. I thought you were max 23.”

“I thought you were at least 22.”

The two of you were silent again.

You're french toast was served as was his sandwich.

Plates and forks were clinking, as the two of you ate. “So…” Mike trailed off.

“So… if you still want this to continue… I would as well…”

“Are you sure? It's a whole 9 year difference y/n.” Mike said softly.

You shyly nodded, “Yeah I mean we're both adults, albeit I am newer to it. We can take it slower than usual, so we both feel comfortable.”

Mike looked at you, at your full face as you smiled and how your eyes turned into half moons. You warmed as you noticed his stare. He admired how beautiful you look.

“Yeah. I'd like that. But slow like really slow y/n.”

You giggled and he smiled at you.

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Hey yall just came out the hospital 🤪 finished up part in the er

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letstalkaboutshtufff · 2 years

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Twisted Love

Loki x reader pt 3

Warnings: Anxiety, panic, mentions of violence, mild language, if I forgot anything please lemme know!

Part 2 Part 4 Taglist

A blur, it was a complete blur. You knew they were talking but you couldn't quite hear the words.

Unbeknownst to everyone your mind had become a foggy storm. Memories of Mathis carrying out orders-punishemnts filled your head. Any dirty work that the royal family needed was appointed to him. He was cruel and heartless, youd been forced to watch him torture the unfortunate souls who got caught stealing food from the palace. Whippings, beatings, public executions, he was ruthless, and the worst part he always seemed to enjoy it...

And now this beast was going to be near you, watching your every move. You weren't a fool, you knew exactly what he'd been ordered to do. To make sure you were playing your part perfectly, or face the consequences...

At some point you realized Loki had left his conversations and come over. Mathis, ever the devoted actor, bowed and introduced himself with the grace of a loyal knight.

You heard several snippets of the conversation but it sounded muffled still.

"Always-been-princess-side"

-an-honor"

-with my life"

Lies lies lies all lies, so many lies, so many lies it's too much its-

A gentle grip on your arm had your attention shootint to Lokis questioning eyes. He'd said something, but you missed it.

"I'm sorry, what did you say" you said barely above a whisper.

His eyes flickered with something you were to drained to interpret.

"I said it's getting late, we should call it a night" he nudged you away from the crowd, bidding the group a goodnight. Still everything sounded slightly muffled.

The hand on your back was surprisingly calming though. You didnt speak. Too frazzled, too many thoughts, always so many thoughts running and running and running-

"If you were feeling unwell, you should've said something"

Your eyes shot to Loki's, but he was looking forward.

Angry, he was angry. The pieces clicked together, you couldn't hide your emotions and he'd seen and you were the reason he had to leave the party. Immediately you apologized, "I'Im sorry, I didnt mean to make you...-I'm feeling fine now so we can go back!"

Loki paused his movements and furrowed his brows as he reguarded you, "why are you apologizing?"

"Because I made you leave the party...I really am ok" you weren't ok, but you had to please him. Your feelings be damned.

Loki seemed upset and you were going to go crazy. Why did everything that came out of your stupid mouth displease everyone around you.

"I couldn't care less about the party..." he started and you sucked in a breath awaiting his next words.

"I only meant that if you're unwell you should speak up. This isn't Valheim, you needn't force yourself" and he began walking again.

It was the first time you heard distaste in his voice at the mention of your home. You had a feeling he had more issues with your homeland than he let on.

Loki held the chamber door open for you, and then motioned for a guard. "Fetch a healer" you immediately went to protest but he gave a stern look, "This isnt the first time you've been unwell since your arrival."

So he'd noticed, and after you tried so hard to hide it. Instinct made you feel guilty, "I'm sorry"

Again he furrowed his brow, "Is it a crime in Valheim to feel ill?"

"No, of course not..." you sat on the bed weary.

"Then I dont see why you're being unwell is such a cause for apology"

"I just...didnt want to make a big deal out of nothing, I just need some sleep is all..."

Loki looked at you with another one of his unreadable faces. Those eyes however were always scanning, always calculating.

A knock alerted loki of the healers arrival and he let them in and mumbled something about you not feeling well then excused himself out, giving you privacy.

A petite woman with silky golden hair entered with a smile.

"My Lady, I am Ceres, one of the healers of the palace."

You managed a smile and let her begin her examination. It wasn't hard for her to sum all of this up to the stress of a new life, You had confessed as much.

"Here I'm giving you this" she handed you a small glass bottle with a clear dropper top.

"Its bereroot, good for extreme stress but only when used in moderation, and by that I mean you can only use one drop in your morning tea once a day, this will last you about 5 days, any more will become unhealthy for the body" she explained. 5 days, as if It would only take you that long to adjust...

"I rarely prescribe this but I think it will help you relax until you fully adapt to life here."

You nodded solemnly

"Now then I think I've taken up enough of your time, rest well my lady, if you feel any worse please don't hesitate to call me"

"Thank you.." you watched as she bowed and left. Adessa came in soon after to help you change.

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Sleep eluded you that night.

As tired as you physically were, your mind was racing. Mathis would no doubt be breathing down your neck, waiting for you to mess up so he could make your life a living hell. You shivered remembering the one time you'd bumped into him alone in the hallway after a feast.

You remembered those wicked eyes looking you up and down, he had made some crude comment and had the head maid not shouted for your help down the hall...well you didn't want to think about what would've happened had you been left alone with him too long.

You didnt even realize you were pinching your arm again until you noticed the bruise the next morning.

Loki had risen early, there was a morning meeting of some sort he had mentioned earlier that week. You moved to get up as well but loki turned to you, "You should rest today"

You frowned

"But the meeting, aren't I supposed to be there?". Your voice tired from lack of sleep.

He shook his head, "There will be plenty of other boring meetings trust me" he looked into your eyes, something a bit softer than the very first night you had spoke.

"Rest, should you need anything call for a guard, I'll alert the maids to leave you be" you nodded a thanks and slumped back down.

You watched as he left, pushing the door open swiftly, emerald capes flowing behind him.

You didnt feel like eating but remembered the drops. You rose from the bed and poured a glass of water from the golden pitcher. The drop was violet and fizzled down into the glass, making the water foggy and pigmented before turning clear a moment later, as if nothing had happened.

You downed it in one go. You almost spit out it out, the bitterness leaving your expression sour. How could one drop be so potent. You pinched your nose and forced yourself to drown the rest.

While you were tired, you didn't feel like sleeping, so instead you sauntered over to one of the large golden book cases of the chambers. One thing you learned about your husband is that he seemed to enjoy reading. Why else have more books in their personal chambers than the whole of Asgards libraries...

You ran a finger over the various spines, pulling one at random.

The Golden City: A history of Asgard

Oh lucky pick. Perhaps it would be wise to learn. You didn't want to be embarrassed in the future by your lack of knowledge.

You gripped the book and spread out onto the velvety sofa. You don't think you'd ever get used to these luxuries. It felt wrong to be able to just be by yourself like this without any work.

Sighing you opened the book and focused on the words before you. You weren't 10 pages in when you felt your body begin to slump down.

The usual baseline of unease you felt in your tummy seemed to dissipate enough to where you didn't feel every worry creeping in like you usually did at all times.

You felt a blanket of comfort fall over you. The bereroot you surmised...

Soon your eyelids began to droop and it wasn't long before you were shrouded in a peaceful sleep.

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You awoke abruptly to a loud knock at the door.

You blinked harshly, you're eyelids feeling as if they had weights on them.

Rubbing them tiredly you answered, "Yes?".

You were still rubbing the heavy sleep away when a voice suddenly sent a cold shiver down your body.

You jumped up quickly, your body tensing horribly.

Mathis smirked at your obvious fear before shutting the door closed behind him.

He bowed dramatically, "Your highness" he said the words mockingly.

"What do you want Mathis...?"

You willed your voice to remain steady as you crossed your arms.

"Oh come now, theres no need to be so defensive. After all I'm here to help you..." he trailed off with a wicked smile.

"What could you possibly help m-me with" you tried not to make a show of you backing behind the sofa.

"Oh lots of things, I'm to make sure you are doing your duties. Think of me as a guide..." He stepped around the room with large steps surveying the lavish room. He plucked an apple from the fruit bowl and tossed it from hand to hand. His whole demeanor frightened you. His words were always dripping with double meanings.

"...." he smiled again and took a large chunk of the apple into his mouth.

"As I was saying, I'm here to help you. If you do your duties well, well then I'll just be on the side nodding approvingly..." he walked over to where you were behind the sofa and you planted your feet firmly. Knowing if you backed up like you desperately wanted to it would only goad him on.

You gulped when he was standing close enough to catch his scent.

"And when you don't..." he lifted a single finger to caress the edge of your face. You tensed and tried to pull away when his rough finger slid down. "I'll be there to teach you.." you felt the hot tears begin to form and you wanted desperately to shove him away.

You watched fearfully as he pulled your hair to his lips and left a kiss.

"Your highness" he bowed again with a devilish smirk and spun around carefree as if he hadn't just threatened you and left you shaking.

When he reached the door he glanced back over his shoulder, "Oh and their royal majesties send their regards" and with that he shut the chamber door.

Immediately your legs went numb and you tumbled to the ground. Dammit it all, you were so sick of feeling anything but fear.

You wrapped your arms around yourself trying to ease the shaking.

If you messed up, he was going to do gods knows what to you.

You were barely keeping it up as it is. You were awkward and always seemed to upset the one person you needed to like you. Loki.

If Mathis saw his distaste towards you, would he hurt you?

No he...he wouldn't, there was a chance others would see marks so surely he wouldn't...

You felt little comfort at that. You needed to work harder to make Loki like you. And the best way to do that was as he had said before, do your duties and leave him alone. You'd cut the unessasary conversation, perhaps that would help.

You let out a shakey breathe and used the sofa to pull your body up. Your legs still felt like jelly so all you could do was plop onto it and curl up pathetically and try to ease your discomfort.

You eyed the bereroot across the room. The healer gave very specific instructions of when to use it so instead, when you were sure your legs weren't going to give out, well mostly sure...you stood up and stumbled over to the the crystal pitched filled with the finest asguardian wine. You practically never got a chance to drink such sweet alcohol before but now you could and you were desperate to ease your nerves. After all Loki would be back soon by the state of the dimming light outside the window, and you didn't want to annoy him, or worse bother him and make him call the healer again.

"GODS" You scolded yourself as your shaking hands caused the decanter to shatter loudly on the ground.

You screamed in frustration. The shimmery scarlet liquid spreading out merging with the pieces of glass.

Without hesitation you were on your knees gathering the pieces in one palm.

The last time you broke a decanter you weren't allowed dinner for weeks.

Your ears perked up at the sound of the chamber doors opening again. It seemed now that sound would always cause a surge of panic.

Your eyes widened slightly as you saw the flurry of emerald.

You watched with slightly widened eyes as Loki entered the room, paused, turned his head in your direction then furrowed his brows.

"Loki I-I um... sorry I broke the crystal, I'll clean it up right away" you babbled nervously and turned from him, hurriedly picking the pieces up.

"Wha- no stop" he marched quickly over and you felt a twinge of fear, not of him but that you had no doubt angered him again.

"Its alright I broke it so I need to-"

He cut you off abruptly with a frustrated sigh and grabbed your arm with the glass, turning it carefully so the pieces fell down again. He started to pull you up, then with his other hand he made a sweeping motion that pushed tha glass away from the both of you. He glanced down making sure he didn't miss any then pulled you away and onto the edge of the bed.

He summoned a small cloth and handed it to you. You nodded a small thanks and began to wipe away the sticky wine from your palms. You noticed him staring at your palm and you quickly told him that you didn't cut yourself.

"You should know better than to do that" Loki said in a slightly scolding tone.

You looked up nodding quickly, "I know, I promise I'm not usually that clumsy..."

"Are you-" his heightened tone startled you a little and you watched as he huffed closing his eyes before calmly reopening them.

"I wasn't talking about that, what I meant was, you should know better than to pick up pieces of sharp glass with your bare hands. What do you think we have servants for?" Oh that's what he meant...stupid y/n...

"Right..." servants...the last thing you wanted to do was make someone else clean up your own messes. But instead of arguing you figured it would please him to agree.

He didn't seem quite satisfied with your answer. To be honest he looked almost confused.

Suddenly a thought hit you and you blurted out the random question before you could catch yourself. "Can you conjure anything?" His eyebrows rose a little at the sudden question but he answered anyway, "No not anything...just small to medium objects." You felt your curiosity rise. Youd never really seen any magic before Loki, but you'd heard ask much about its wonders that you couldn't help but be intrigued.

"That's amazing...and it won't dissapear?" You held up the now reddened cloth in awe and marveled at how even as a conjured object, it looked very fancy.

"No, the things I conjure stay unless I wish it otherwise"

"That's amazing..." truly asguard was on a entirely different level.

"Surely you've seen such simple magic before...?" You snapped back to reality like a whip, and felt the panic creep back in again.

You hated that about yourself, that sometimes, on the rare chance you get curious or excited you forget where you are as if in a trance.

And now if you were not careful, you'd make him suspicious again. Your homeland had magic yes, but it's not like you were allowed to just go asking the palace sorcerers questions. But the princess you was supposed to have surely at least witnessed it.

"Well, yes but I've always found magic so interesting that I can't help being um excited every time I see it... sorry" hopefully he'd buy that.

"You don't need to apologize y/n, in fact I don't believe I've met someone who apologizes as much as you" you of course immediately opened your mouth to apologize but caught your self and looked down sheepishly.

"Its just a habit...I'll try not to so much" you didnt see his frown but it was there. Why you a royal princess who was raised with all the finery, had the courage and demeanor of a little rabbit he couldn't fathom.

You looked up at him finally and he nodded and muttered something about changing. He dissapeared into his closet and you made way to the bathroom.

You came over to the marble and gold faucet and ran the water. You collected a few drops of soap and placed the cloth under the stream. Once it was soaked you shut the water off and began rubbing circles until a reddish lather was formed. It was such a beautiful cloth that you refused to let the stain set and ruin it.

You turned the water back on and rinsed it thoroughly. Once the water ran clear you were happy to see the cloth back to its crisp white.

You walked over the the contraption on the wall that Adessa had told you was for drying hair almost immediately. You used it to dry the cloth.

When you exited the bathroom you saw Loki sitting at his desk looking over some scrolls.

He seemed to never stop working.

Quietly as if not to disturb him you approached from the side. "Um Loki" he glanced at you wordlessly but his gaze was neutral. At least he didn't look upset.

"Here, thank you again" you held out the neatly folded cloth.

He eyed the clean fabric, you swear you saw a hint of amusement in his eyes but you were probably wrong. "Keep it"

"Really?" You blurted on instinct. Dammit y/n, to royalty these things are nothing. And duh he could conjure whatever he wanted.

Now you were sure at the amusement in his eyes. Although the rest of his face didn't betray him. You wished you could school your emotions like him. It would make life so much easier.

"I don't say things I don't mean, yes keep it, it's hardly worth getting excited over" first of all, aren't you the god of lies...second of all, I cant help it!!

You thanked him and quickly retreated to the sofa before you could say anything else stupid. You glanced over to the mess from before but was surprised to see it already cleaned up.

Loki probably used his magic. Or maybe called a maid.

You curled up with the book from before and started to read about Odin's father, King Bor.

Apparently this book must've been incredibly boring because you found yourself getting tired again. I'll just close my eyes for 5 min..then read again...

Loki turned in his chair when he heard your breathing change. You had fallen asleep with a book across your lap and your head leaning back. He watched you for a few moments in thought.

When he found out he needed to marry the princess. He assumed you'd be a spoiled brat. Most royalty he met were. But you acted as if you'd never been treated as anything more than a peasant. He'd met fish merchants more bold than you. He wondered how your parents treated you back on vanaheim.

He supposed he should be grateful, at least he didn't have to put up with a snobby wife. You were barely noticable and though he knew he acted standoffish most times. He didnt really mind you. It was more that he was indifferent. He barely saw you and when he did, you stayed out of his way. He wished you weren't so apologetic all the time though. He didn't want people seeing any member of the royal family as weak. Because the weak were always targeted. Loki couldn't remember the last time he apologized for anythi-

"Mfm wine"

Loki looked up to your face but found you were still asleep. Were you talking in your sleep?

"Itsssssss gone mm srry" loki couldn't help but smirk. Even in your dreams you were apologizing.

He waved his hand and a blanket covered you. You immediately snuggled into it like a child. If a tiny piece of cloth got you excited he wondered what your reaction would be to that.

A knock came at the door and Loki told them to enter as quietly as he he could.

The servant noticed why soon enough and quietly carried over the tray which contained Lokis dinner. His servant always came later than normal dinner hour since Loki always worked late and prefered it that way.

"Shall I bring anything up for her highness?" Loki noticed the uneasy expression on his face.

"She probably won't wake until morning...I'm sure shes full from dinner anyway"

"Pardon me your highness but the lady didn't call for dinner this evening..." Loki glanced at her sleeping form. Was she still feeling ill? He'd ask in the morning.

"She was feeling a little under the weather, I'll make sure she eats when she wakes" Loki saw his expression relax a bit.

"Yes your highness, good night" and with that he left.

Loki decided not to overthink it as you were probably just sleeping most of the day and forgot to.

Although the servants unease seemed a little much for just one meal skip.

Loki skipped meals all the time when he was working. Shaking his head he willed himself to leave it be, and dug into his meal.

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Text

From Burning Petals To The Misty Breeze

I wrote this from 10pm to 2 am don't judge me for how it turned out

For as long as he could remember Damian had stuff brought to him by nature.

Occasionally, there would be something that he needed brought in by the sea, lakes, rivers, hell even in streams if he was near them.

He needed a container to hold fresh water?

There is an old water jug, washed ashore before his very eyes.

Needed wood to start a fire?

A piece of driftwood bobbing gently in the current, somehow miraculously dry enough to build a fire from.

Damian supposed that these could be chalked up to coincidences like his mother would sometimes say if she saw it happen (she liked to say he was lucky).

That excuse stopped working as he got older.

Plants, usually flowers, would bloom holding whatever he needed in the center of its petals.

His mother had been there once when it happened, that's when she told him what was likely happening.

She told him of soulmates.

Two people that were made to balance on another. She said they could be anyone, from your lover, best friend, family, to your absolutely most hated EX, enemy, or that one family member no one likes.

Together they analyzed his bond with his soulmate, figuring out what triggered the bond and testing the limits.

At first they thought that the bond would only activate when in dire need but that was proven wrong when he needed a pen to draw a picture of a bird he saw outside.

Eventually his mother came to the conclusion that he was one of the “lucky ones”.

He had a soulmate that would help him with whatever he needed, watch his back when he didn’t know it needed watching.

Damian’s mother had been so happy for him that she told him to hide it.

She told him to hide his bond from his grandfather and pretend he was one of the few who never received a soulmate, like she was.

She spoke of how his grandmother had wanted nothing to do with the life of an assassin, how his grandfather killed her because of it.

Damian didn’t want his soulmate to be hurt, so he did as she asked.

He hid the med kits he would receive after a particularly brutal training session.

He kept quiet about the snacks that would deliver themselves in flowers by his bedside whenever he was hungry, sometimes, if it was a particularly tasty treat, he would share it with his mother, the only person to know that it ever came from the one on the other end of his bond.

He gave his mother the blankets and other clothes that he received, particularly the very large, very warm jacket that could not have possibly fit him, during his survival training in the mountains.

Unbeknownst to Damian, the night he had revealed his bond was the very night that Talia had started planning to take him away from the league and to his father, Bruce.

Slade’s attack on the league only sped up the process and gave her a good cover, leading her to where she stood on his front door step, face to face with Bruce’s soulmate, Selina Kyle.

“Well Hello there, we weren’t expecting you for another few months at least . What changed?”

Talia followed Selina’s lead into the manor, pulling a 10 year old Damian after her.

“There was an attack on the league, this was the best time to get him out of there.”

Selina was about to respond when Damian tugged on his mother’s sleeve, dragging her attention down to him as he yawned.

“Can I rest now? We have been traveling a lot.”

With a glance at Selina, Talia led Damian to a living room, gesturing for him to nap on the couch.

Both women watched as a large flower bloomed next to it, holding a large knitted blanket and a black cat stuffed animal.

Damian took both, climbing onto the couch and bidding his mother goodnight before falling asleep.

After Damian was out, Selina led Talia to the kitchen for some tea.

“You know you can stay here too right? We really don’t mind.”

Talia smiled tiredly at Selina, reaching out to hold her hand as she sighed.

“I know, and I wish I could, but the league is in shambles right now. I might just be able to change how it operates, steal my fathers followers from right under him. Change it for the better.”

Selina interlocked their fingers, stirring her tea with her other hand.

“You know I wasn’t joking when I said I was open to sharing Bruce right? Polyamory is a thing and I wouldn’t mind him being with you at the same time as me, hell I wouldn’t mind being with you myself!”

It was times like this when Talia was grateful for her darker complexion.

“Well, I do hope to come back one day. Maybe if the offer is still on the table we can act on it then.”

Talia unlaced their hands, kissing Selina on the cheek before going back to Damian and kissing his forehead goodbye.

She headed for the door, waving to Bruce as he walked down the stairs before leaving out the door.

She hoped her little boy would be safe from her father with them.

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_7 years later_

Marinette awoke to her pillow on fire. Again.

Sure it worked better than her actual alarm clock and didn’t actually burn it.

That didn’t change the fact that it almost gave her a heart attack every time though.

Rushing around her room, Marinette sprints to get ready, rushing around her room and hoping she didn’t miss the bus to the airport.

Marinette sprints down the stairs and out the front door, kissing her parents goodbye along the way.

Marinette makes it to the school just as the bus pulls out of the parking lot.

Tightening her grip on her luggage, Marinette takes off running after it, feeling the wind as it picks up speed and strength around her before it lifts her off her feet entirely.

She loses her grip on the luggage as she is tossed around the breeze in the direction of the bus.

The first time it happened she had cried, she wouldn’t lie.

After she found out the fire and wind were probably part of her soulbond she calmed down significantly, now she expects it to happen so she can properly brace for it, such as constantly taking a brush with her wherever she goes.

As Marinette and her luggage near the bus she spots Kim’s open window, he probably left it open specifically for this reason.

Once she is close enough two more windows open, Adrien and Nino’s specifically, and they reach out to grab her luggage as Kim helps pull her through the window and into a seat.

After closing the windows and putting her luggage in the bus compartments Marinette sags against the seat, too high on adrenaline to even try talking.

“I don’t think I’m ever going to get used to seeing you Peter Pan your way places girl.”

Marinette looks over that cell phone camera that resides where her best friend's face should be and groans, weakly batting at it as Juleka steals her hair brush from her bag and starts fixing her hair for her.

“Oh yeah, sure. The wind is the weird part of Mari’s soulbond. Not the literal Fire .”

Marinette sagged against Kim in protest to that.

Her soulbond wasn’t weird.

“Oh yes, let's bully Mars for outing a liar shall we?”

Alya’s phone snaps around to film Adrien, who was more snarky than most of Paris actually believed him to be.

“She set her pants on fire! That was a little overkill!”

At this point most of the bus had either turned to join the conversation or were trying to sleep like normal people.

“Actually, Marinette didn’t set her on fire, that was part of her soulbond and she can’t control that. She just wanted everyone to know Lila was lying so her bond acted on it.”

Markov floated over the seat in front of them, defending Marinette and causing her to lift up her hand for a fist bump from the robot, before anging her fist towards Adrien.

“If nobody else has my back, I know Markov, Adrien, and whoever the hell is on the other side of my bond is, do.”

Alya snorted, turning the camera to Max who was talking to Alix.

“And what do you think about Marinette’s bond setting Lila on fire?”

With the most blank face Marinette had ever seen, Max looked directly into the camera and spoke his truth.

“Liar, liar, pants on fire.”

Alya choked, coughing so hard she ended up falling on Nino as Adrien lunged across his seat to give Max a high five.

Everyone was giggling, either laughing at what Max said, or Alya’s reaction to it.

It was true by the way.

The first time Lila tried to lie to the class in front of Marinette her pants immediately caught on fire and wouldn’t stop until she told the truth.

She ended up moving back to Italy which was pretty sad. If she had just stopped lying then and there then Marinette could have seen herself being friends with the girl.

“Alright class! Once we get onto the plane I recommend trying to sleep for the flight there, we will arrive around 3 to 4 in the morning so try to rest long enough to keep off the jet lag, alright? Once we arrive there will be an interview with the Gotham Gazette on how we were able to win the contest. Marinette? Are you, Nino, Adrien, Chloe, and Alya still up for representing the class there?”

Everyone agreed and soon (2 hours later) they were all aboard the plane and making their way to Gotham, New Jersey.

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Marinette shifted on the uncomfortable interview couch she was sharing with her friends.

She had been antsy since she woke up in her hotel room and the blinking red dot from the camera was not helping.

She watched, mesmerized by it, tensing up ever so slightly the longer she started at it.

“... Uh, Mar? You good over there?”

A nudge in the ribs has Marinette jumping a good foot in the air from her seat.

Questioning and concerned looks cover everyone's faces, the interviewer included.

“Honey, if you aren’t feeling up to it we can postpone this interview, or we can just have your friends here fill in for you?”

Marinette jumps up, waving her hands in front of her face as a gentle breeze sweeps through the room, tossing her hair and scattering a few papers around the room.

“No, no there’s no need for that sorry. I’ve just been a little on edge today. It's not a problem really!”

The breeze picks up strength as she rambles, tossing her skirt and pulling her hair from her pigtails as everyone around her starts to take notice of it.

“Uh, Mar? Do you need something? Your soulbond is acting up.”

Marinette pauses in her rambled assurances, finally taking notice of the winds surrounding her.

“N-no? I mean, I don’t think I need anything? I’m not sure what it is doing- Hey! Put me down!”

Marinette is cut off as she is swept off her feet, tossed around in the swirling winds that are oh so fond of taking her places instead of letting her walk .

The interviewer’s panicked questions and her friend’s calm answers are both drowned out by the roaring winds surrounding her.

After a minute of just tossing her around the winds finally decided to actually move her somewhere.

The doors to the room are slammed open and she is moved through them and up the stairs, closely followed by her friends, the interviewer, and a camera man as they head to the roof.

As soon as she makes it out onto the rooftop the wind increases in strength before she is tossed over the edge of it, raising panicked shouts from her friends and pedestrians below her alike.

As Marinette is tossed about without rhyme or reason she manages to spot a few cellphones out, recording the entire ordeal.

Well, cellphones and someone being pushed towards her by a bunch of vines.

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“Okay, seriously Little D, what the hell is going on? Why are we here?”

Damian groans, running his hands through his hair as he tries to organize his thoughts.

“I already told you! I don’t know ! I just feel like I need to go this way okay?! It’s not my fault all of you decided to follow me!”

Damian turns around, walking backwards just so he could glare at Jason and keep moving at the same time.

With a sigh, Stephanie moves forward from the line of his siblings who decided to stalk him today, grabbing him by the shoulders and forcing him to stop moving.

He hates it.

Usually being touched by his siblings doesn’t bother him, it's being forced to stop moving that is bothering him today.

He has to keep walking, and they won’t let him. This was the third time they had stopped him and he was getting sick of it.

“Damian, we are getting worried, you have been wandering around for over an hour now and we just want to make sure you are safe-”

Stephanie is cut off as the ground rumbles under them.

They look down, watching as a vine sprouts from the concrete, not breaking through it but obviously sprouting from under it.

The vine rapidly grows, pushing the two of them apart as more grow around the group.

“Is it Ivy? I thought she gave the whole villain thing up?”

Duke’s voice sounds from Damian’s left, followed closely by Timothy’s.

“She did, I don’t think this is from her- Hey! Damian!”

The vines start to push at Damian, forcing him to break into a run in the direction they are shoving him in as his siblings give chase.

Almost immediately Damian starts to feel better, the itchy feeling that had been lurking under his skin all day was finally gone as he picked up speed, the vines forcing themselves under his feet making him run up an incline towards the roof tops.

Looking up ahead Damian spots a figure above him, being tossed around by the wind in his direction.

As he gets closer Damian is able to see that it is a girl, she’s being thrown around every which way towards his general direction.

As soon as they make contact Damian’s feet leave the ground (vines?).

Looking down Damian sees the vines quickly fading into nothing as he is tossed around by the wind like the girl, who is now much closer to him.

They reach for each other at the same time, latching onto each other as what seems like an explosion surrounds them.

The previously harsh wind, now softened and cool, mixes with mist and makes the swirling vortex surrounding them visible to the naked eye.

Bright dots flutter in the misted breeze and as they float closer Damian is able to make out what seems like a flower petal on fire.

Damian stares around them in wonder, wrapping his arms around the girl before he looks down at her, meeting her eyes for the first time.

Immediately he loses the air in his lungs, he can literally feel himself falling for her.

… On second thought he might be feeling them actually falling from the sky and not just the metaphor of him falling in love with her.

The girl screams as she realizes what is happening, clutching onto his shirt and burying her face in his chest.

Damian has to remind himself not to enjoy that so much and focus on saving them more than he would like to admit.

His back makes impact with something a mix between being hard and soft before he rolls off of it and hits something else.

The girl feels it too, shifting just enough to catch sight of what they had hit.

A giant flower.

Several more cushioned impacts come, jostling them both every time, but slowing their fall nonetheless.

By the time they make contact with the last flower and roll gently, but not in any way gracefully, onto the concrete the girl is giggling and Damian can feel a laugh bubbling in his chest as she lays on top of him.

She moves first, sitting up to straddle him and pulling his upper body up with her so he is bracing himself on his elbows, staring up at the, very beautiful, girl in his lap.

“Well hello there, soulmate.”

As soon as the sound of her voice makes it to his ears Damian knows he’s a goner.

Well, he already knew he was a goner when she buried her face in his chest but this just solidified it.

He lays back down on his back, covering his eyes with his elbow as he laughs.

She shifts, no longer straddling him with her legs but now leaning over him with her hands planted to either side of his head. Her face directly over his when he moves his arm.

“Hello to you too. What’s your name, beautiful?”

She smiles, and for a second Damian swears the sun went out and was replaced by her.

“Marinette. What’s yours, handsome?”

Damian reaches up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, before he gives up and pulls her down to him.

Rolling over onto his side on the dirty concrete so they are practically nose to nose with each other with her legs half thrown over his.

“Damian. My name is Damian.”

She lays her hand on his cheek, running her thumb just under his eye as she stares at him.

“I like your name. It’s very pretty.”

Damian reaches up, cupping her hand with his own.

“I like you. I already think you're amazing.”

She beams at him and Damian swears, on everything he has ever had and known, that he will do everything in his power to make her smile like that until the day he dies.

#daminette #maribat #ml x dc #marinette x damian #maridami #soulmate daminette #soulmate

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Unsolved Mytheries Lore (Specifically what I made) ((I didn't make all the lore))

OKAY!! I'm bored and sick and it's snowing outside SO !!! All the UM lore I personally created!!! (There's a lot more but I'm only sharing what I made)

CITIES

SUBTERRESTRIAL - Rebel town that lives in the underground. Has their own traditions and is completely different from the surface. Rebel town because they broke away from the black liquid cults hold. They still have some people who contain the liquid in them, and they're currently trying to find a way to get the liquid out. They also have people cursed with it there, who can't get it out no matter what. LOTS OF NEON SIGNS AND STUFF !!!!

SUBTERRESTRIAL: HOLIDAY (They only have one that's different from other holidays)

SUN TRINKET EVE (Reused the name from something else I made an ass time ago on DeviantArt)

Everyone in the town meets in the neon lit central area in the early morning (roughly 6 - 7 am, same time they're schools start), once everyone/mostly everyone is there, the head of the town goes up and retells the story of how their home came to be, and what the sky holes had to do with it, and then goes on about rebelling from the black liquid cult. This lasts for maybe 30 minutes before the festivities begin. Across the entire town there are games for children to play, the games ranging from the most basic of rigged carnival games to the most detailed games not even the elders can figure out how to play. There's also tons of food stands, most run by different families who are hoping to teach their children about the culinary world. There's also fortune telling, though it's not quite as common as the games. The local musicians (singers and choirs included) all go to perform, speakers around the town picking up their music. It's never quite on Sun Trinket Eve. At roughly 9 pm everyone meets back at the neon lit central area to chat for a bit while the top chefs in the town bring dish after dish out for everyone. The food had been prepared all day, and those who work on Sun Trinket Eve are paid 15% more than they usually would be. The entire town feasts, and at 10 pm the dancing starts. The dance lasts until 12 am, and once over, the town bids goodnight to each other, and all go to sleep. Everyone gets the following day off.

2. SECRETOL - A small town built just a bit off the main continent, made to look as if the buildings were floating in water. The town is mostly inhabited by semiaquatic creatures, though is run by the Eliones (Rekison, Lady Bink, Luxor). The town is completely isolated from others, given its location, and due to such everyone residing there speaks a language only known there which is called Leron. Everyone who lives in Secretol has a seafood-based diet, though eating other things such as bird or eggs aren't entirely uncommon. It's all about what's available at the time. The town works under the Eliones rule, and follows many sorts of acts that most would consider to be communism.

OTHER LOCATIONS

QUINS YARD - A long since abandoned graveyard. The reasoning behind its abandonment is majority unknown. The graveyard is rumored to curse those who live there or near it into seeing what they want to see, wish to see, causing the people to die and turn to ghosts, forever stuck in the graveyard until the curse is lifted. Though most people don't go there due to the rumored curse, those that has curse repellents have gone and mapped the landscape and found quite a few relics, ruins, and enchanted objects- all of which are protected by the cursed ghosts.

SPECIES

FELSICATUS - Species of humanoid-cat people. Most are born with some form of magic, though not all. Males tend to have longer and fluffier tails, while females tend to have larger ears. Everyone in the species has retractable claws, toe beans on hands and feet, and a cat-like nose. They can jump higher than most other species and don't tend to take any form of physical harm from falling from heights. Though, that said, if they fall like a flailing pigeon, they'll take more damage. (They have to shampoo and condition their entire body) They have fur over their entire body, but it's not enough to hide their actual skin. It's more so like peach-fuzz, making them fuzzy to touch but still have skin. Added though the tails are completely covered in fur.

2. ERTALIZ - A species of aquatic elf people, they're the same as humans in most ways apart from looks. However, some hold the ability to practice Utazi, which is their form of magic. They usually need a small orb like item to use their Utazi, but some can use it without the orb. The Ertaliz who can use it without the orb are commonly referred to as Magorales, or Mages, to other species. (Utazi: The specific ability to take stars from the sky and use them to create a multitude of things that could help them, such as wings or bows and arrows.) Ertaliz glow in the dark, and tend to have more exotic skin colors, such as blue or gold. Most Ertaliz also wear more cultural attire, such as forms of head dresses and gold stringed ponchos.

#original worlds #world building #original species #except maybe not 100% original because what ever is anymore #I love long posts omg #This is just whats canon from ME #Trust there's like 4 other people and they have their own canon things #fantasy world building #original fantasy worlds #Tags <3 #I can't tag and never have been able to so bear with me here

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